Don't Worry, I'm Smart

Princess Celestia sat elegantly in her throne, her regal posture making even the most hardy of individuals bow involuntarily. Though, on the outside, her mild-mannered complexion remained, fear, and irritation began welling up inside of her. Her eyes strode across a thin sheet of paper, having read it for the third time.

Dear, Princess Celestia

Spike here! And, uh, sorry for the abrupt letter, I assume you're enjoying the cake we sent you BTW(by the way), but we have a bit of a concern...monster attacks have been increasing over the last few months, and everypony's theorizing it has something to do with a couple of ponies we've found knocked out in the middle of town. You know, during the wedding. I don't know if it's true, but I'm a bit skeptical...they seem friendly enough, and they are really fond of archaeology. They've also been particularly excited when the girls discovered a set of large bird-like footprints, along with some feathers. They are currently being studied by Twilight, so I'm not sure. Anyway, those two weird guys told me about a species that sound strangely similar to dragons, but are apparently not. Which brings me to my question: What's a die-no-sor?-Spike

Celestia sighed, and glanced towards a large window allowing perfect view of the city below-Canterlot. Among that was the Everfree, it's eerie atmosphere made even more visceral by the setting sun over the horizon. An hour till my shift, Celestia thought, as she levitated a slice of cake towards her pristine face. "Whoever these 'new ponies' are, I have to pay them a vistit. Oh, that is good!" Munch!

The sun peered over the horizon, and signaled the start of another day. Ponies of various colors exited their house, and continued towards their mission, either it be candy-making, care taking, or simply talking to one's friends. The town of Ponyville began bustling in activity, as everypony happily continued on their way. Well, most ponies...

"Goddamnit...would you turn off that cursed light!?" Came a voice emanating from a heap of bedsheets and pillows. His yelling suppressed by the mountain of blankets before him.

"You mean the sun? Yeah, you'll have to wait for another billion years or so," replied the groggy blue pegasus, his golden locks of hair, added with his morning drowsiness, hampering his vision. He sprung up from his bed and darted towards the hallway, towards the bathroom, covering his eyes from Celestia's sun as it peered through the blinds. "And besides," he continued. "We have to maintain our curfew, Conor."

Next to jump out of bed was Conor, nagging at his roommate the way a married couple would. "And I told you not to call me that anymore. In Equestria, I am Paleolith, and I shall be addressed as such! Golddigger? I know you hear me!" He yelled as he banged furiously on the bathroom door with his cream colored hoof.

"Yeah, and would you keep it down, mate? I'm trying to piss," Goldigger exclaimed with a muffled voice, as his roomy groaned in exasperation, running a hoof along his slick, brown hair.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that," he said.

"Yeah," came his reply.

Paleolith sighed in defeat, and made his way down a set of stairs entering the kitchen, before calling out. "Yo, Golddigger, what would you like for breakfast?"

Golddigger peeked his head out from atop the stairs and answered, "Pancakes!"

The two ate in silence, glaring at each other from opposite ends of the round table as they slowly ate their food. "So," said Paleolith with a napkin levitating towards his mouth, "We're headed towards the Everfree forest today. So as soon as you finish your breakfast, we head out."

Upon hearing this, Golddigger began clutching his golden-tipped wings in freight, his eyes widened more than he thought possible. "A-are you sure? I mean you heard the rumors about ponies disapearing from there, and y-you know...I don't want to disturb Fluttershy..."

Paleolith's hazel eyes stared directly in the pegasus' direction, a look of confusion forming on his face, then a snicker of disapproval. "Tsk, tsk, and here I thought the two of us were educated adults...next thing I know, my bestfriend is afraid of some stupid rumors from a kid's show." He got up and grabbed both of their plates with slight force, and began washing them. He also noted Golddigger's barely audible words a few moments ago, which was very strange for the usually spunky stallion, but he decided not press it any further, and continued washing the dishes.

Golddigger opened the door and headed outside, waiting for his 'friend' to gather the necessary supplies; apples, water, a stick just for the heck of it, etcetera. He sat on his hind quarters, and impatiently tapped his hoof against the dirt path, staring at passersby. Nothing seemed to change, he noticed a couple of ponies he met during his stay in Ponyville-three sisters with the love for agriculture, a hulking white behemoth with disproportionate wings and a face that said "Look, I'm a beautiful butterfly!", a brilliant doctor and his bubbly grey companion, and Pinkie Pie...he resorted to suppressing the memory. He's seen her plenty of times, mostly because she worked at a bakery that occupied itself in front of their humble abode, so he opted to never visit the bakery, despite many temptations.

"Hey, Golddigger!" He turned his head in the direction of the voice, and looked ever so slightly down, revealing a petite baby dragon in his field of view.

"Oh, hey Spike." Golddigger returned the gesture and offered his hoof, which the purple reptile happily took.

"So, what's up? You seem pretty down, even more so than Twilight when she reads a romance novel. Tell me." He sat down next to him, and looked up at his magenta eyes for confirmation.

He smiled slightly, and ruffled Spike's head. "You're a good kid, Spike. It's nothing, just have to work."

"You're searching for those die-no-sors again?" He asked, and Golddigger nodded his head. "Well, I'll join you guys! It could be fun! Besides, I think I've grown too soft from hanging around the girls..." He said, and Golddigger laughed, ruffleing his head again.

The door opened behind them, and standing in it was Paleolith, an insane grin plastered on his face. Using his horn to magically attach a backpack with various instruments on Golddigger's back, the sudden weight making him collapse. "Oh, what a lovely surprise! You came too, Spike? Luckily I have a spare!"

"No, no, It's ok-oomph!" A backpack hurled towards his face at breakneck speed, and toppled the dragon over. Already use to maintaining physical injury, he shrugged it off.

"Let's go, boys," Paleolith paused for dramatic effect. "Let's get primal!"